Vacation Whore
An Erotic Short Story by Stella Kingston
In this story, Max, an arrogant dominant male takes full advantage of Carla, an adventurous, slightly naive girl who's desperate to make a good first impression.
After weeks of chatting online, Max invites Carla to an exotic getaway for an overnight 'first date'.
Excerpt:
He took her hand under the water and held it against his hard cock.
Excitement rushed through her. She opened her mouth seductively as she looked up at him. "Oh dear," she teased and glanced back to the beach. "I guess that could be a problem. What are you going to do about it?"
He took her waist and slowly turned her to face the horizon, pulling her hips to his. His hard cock nestled between her cheeks.
Little jolts of electricity shot through her. Her breathing quickened.
He kissed the hair over her ear. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?"
Warning!
This 4,500 word story contains explicitly detailed male/female sex scenes and features rough sex, outdoor sex, oral sex, deepthroating and gagging. Content Suitable for Adults Only. 18+
NB: Stella Kingston is English and her writing is riddled with British spellings and filthy Britishisms.
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For a second Carla considered turning around and getting back on the plane. What if Max didn't like her in real life? Would her looks disappoint him? What about the things they'd talked about doing . . . ? She stepped into the welcoming area with her weekend bag over her shoulder, scanning the chaotic hall of white plastic and glass for him.
He stood leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, casually watching her. His beetle black hair looked windswept, like he'd come straight from the beach. The black flip-flops, faded crimson board shorts and a long-sleeved cream top showed off his athletic build.
Dizziness swept over her as she smiled and waved.
He gave a little nod and a sly smile as he pulled himself off the pillar.
Flutters of nervousness and excitement swarmed inside her. She quickened her pace and made her way through the crowd.
Max approached her and drew her into his chest. His warm masculine scent surrounded her. "Hi, beautiful. How did the flight go?"
She relaxed. The pleasure of being in his presence, in his arms, made her forget that she'd never 'met' him before. "Good thanks."
He kissed her cheek and broke away before taking her bag, then guided her to the exit, where a taxi waited.
He dropped her bag in the back and then opened the passenger door for her.
Impressed by his chivalry, she smiled and walked past him, before clumsily crawling into the back seat.
Max sat in beside her and pulled the door shut before resting his hand on her bare thigh.
The engine started, and the taxi moved off.
Tingles flowed through her from his hand. The short layered black skirt had definitely been a good choice.
His deep brown eyes flicked over her body and up to her face as if he couldn't believe she was here with him.
She felt safe under the comforting feel of his touch. Her eyes met his, but she quickly felt shy under his hungry gaze and turned to look out the window.
The driver skidded off onto the highway, where vineyards and dry shrubs bathed in the mid-afternoon sun.
He squeezed her thigh. "I was worried you might not come."
She turned back to him. "Seriously? No, I'd never do something like that."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. It's pretty brave of you coming out here to meet me."
"How could I not? A hot guy, an amazing location, all expenses paid . . . I'd never turn down an opportunity like that."
The driver pulled up in front of the hotel.
When she turned to the window, Carla's mouth opened but no words came out.
White walls sprawled over the hillside. A an entourage of doormen and bellboys guarded a double doorway large enough for a few elephants to walk through.
She hadn't expected such grandeur. She fumbled with the handle on the taxi door.
One of the bellboys rushed forward to assist. He took her weekend bag and followed them into the reception.
A chandelier hung from the centre of the three story ceiling like a waterfall. An open lounge bar displayed itself before a panoramic view of the glittering sea and a beach of powder white sand. The surrounding gardens of the hotel begged to be explored.
Max took her hand and walked her down the white marble entrance hall.
The reception staff smiled a welcome from the sweeping desk.
She flashed a grin at them before turning to look at the view again. Something about Max made her proud to be seen with him, even by people she didn't know.
The bellboy took her weekend bag into the room, and Max tipped him before closing the door. "How do you like the hotel?"
"I love it."
He nodded. "Good. This is one of mine."
Her eyes widened. "This is yours?"
"Yep."
"You told me you worked in hospitality, not that you owned hotels."
A faint smile painted itself on his lips. "It's practically the same thing."
Max had seemed pretty well off, but she had no idea he owned all of this . . . He could have almost any girl he wanted. Why her?
The bed looked big enough to sleep three people. Opposite it, a set of floor to ceiling sliding doors opened out onto a large balcony with deck-chairs and a coffee table. Elegant cream curtains framed the window to the side of the bed which displayed the picturesque beach beautifully.
She longed to run out and dip her toes in the sea, even swim in it.
Max read her thoughts. "Want to go for a swim?"
She buzzed with excitement. The idea of swimming with him seemed very appealing. "Sure."
He reached into his bag on the end of the bed and pulled out a tiny yellow thong-bikini. "I bought this for you."
Her heart raced. Max obviously couldn't wait to see her in the risqué bikini, but, what if it looked terrible on her? "Thank you." Giddily she took the bikini and slipped into the bathroom to change.
The bathroom seemed like an attraction in itself. A huge mirror sat behind the sink. A double shower and steam room sat discreetly at the far end of the room, and a Jacuzzi-style bathtub presented itself in the centre.
She stripped and pulled the bikini on before turning to the mirror.
Pleasantly surprised, she examined her body in the reflection. She hardly recognised herself – the yellow set off her tanned skin amazingly well. Max had good taste.
Eager to show him how well his choice worked on her, she opened the door.
He sat on the edge of the bed, peering into his iPhone. Looking up, he seemed to devour her with his eyes. "You look great."
She smiled coyly and went to rummage in her bag for her black sarong. Pulling it out and shaking it before tying it around her neck like a halter-dress.
Max discarded his phone on the bed and stood up, pulling his top over his head to reveal a toned, muscular torso.
Impressed, she suppressed a smile. How many hot multi-millionaires were there in existence? And she had this one all to herself, at least for a night. Her thoughts drifted to sex – he'd definitely be an animal in bed, as he'd promised; but, would she be able to keep up with him? She tugged at the cotton of her sarong.
"Let's go." He shoved the plastic keycard in his pocket and made his way to the door.
She followed and they walked through the hotel and down to the private beach.
Huge white parasols were scattered over the creamy sand, sheltering luxuriously padded deck-chairs. A few waiters walked to and from the bar, carrying a variety of coloured cocktails to tourists.
Max put his hand on the small of her back. "Would you like a drink?"
"Some water would be great thanks."
"Okay. Wait here will you?" He kissed her forehead and went over to the bar.
She dropped onto a deckchair in the shade, breathing deeply, appreciating the fresh sea air. It had been too long since she'd been on vacation, and she'd never been anywhere as beautiful as this. She lay back, letting the sound of the waves hypnotized her and watching the clear blue water beckon to her.
Max returned with their drinks and set them down on the table next to the pole of the parasol, then sat on the deckchair to the other side of it.
"So, did you tell anyone you were coming here to meet me?"
She laughed. It wouldn't have gone down well with her parents, and her friends wouldn't have let her go. "No, I told them I was taking a weekend break by myself. They thought it was a little odd, but it's not unlike me to do odd things."
"Really? What other odd things do you do?"
"Oh, I don't know . . . Is there anything worse than living a mundane life? I just like to mix things up a little."
He seemed content with her answer.
She played with the little curly strip of cucumber skin in her glass, before taking a sip of the cool water.
Max finished his spritzer. "So, you want to take a dip?"